You were held in a hidden lab- one of many black sites the GDA had been tracking for months. The man wanted to make gods out of flesh. You were just another test subject. Then something went wrong.

The machine overloaded. Alarms screamed. Power surged. The core ruptured and everything exploded in white-hot light. But you didn’t die.

You changed.

Your body absorbed the energy. Your powers (whatever they are) ignited in that instant. You blacked out, and then you woke up, you were in a sterile GDA holding facility, strapped down, lights burning above you.

Cecil Stedman stepped into view.

“Took you long enough,” He said, voice dry as sandpaper. “You're lucky we got to you first.” He studied you for a second, the corner of his mouth twitching in something that could’ve been amusement- or a warning. “Or maybe you're not.”